In a time of sadness, of tears, of lost hope
Lies a young little girl
Head in her hands
Heart not around
She cries out for help
To save her from the depth of darkness
In her luck
No one comes
Falling further and further
Into a life unlike her own
Becoming a person
In which she isn’t
Tears steaming down her pristine face
Cracking the happiness as it flows
Unleashing the inner feelings
Those which were held for so long
In this time of need
She falls into her own hands
No one to care for her,
No one to tell her she is beautiful
Yet everyone loves her
Her appearance is beautiful
Although her inner being is ruined
The manifestation is the puzzle
In which her internal self must to put the pieces in place
